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“Mr. Sham and Mr. Hem, I believe,” said the
King. “Very able professors, both. And so is Mr. Jappet, but I
don’t see him.”
“What do they teach ?” asked Alice.
“How should I know ?” said the King.
“Whatever there is to teach, I suppose.”
He seemed for some reason to be a triﬂe
displeased, and, opening a book he had, turned over the pages in
silence for some minutes, making odd grimaces to himself.
“You might care to look over this,” he said,
at last, to Alice.
“Thank you,” she replied. “It isn’t your
Memorandum-Book, then? I thought it was.”
“I should think not, indeed !” he answered,
loftly. “I found this book on the end of the bench here when I sat
down. I fancy it’s his.” And he turned his head with a nod
towards the owl.
Then he laid the book on the bench and strolled
away. Alice thought it was rather odd she had not noticed any book
when she sat down. There was nothing at all promising in the
appearance of it nor in its title, which was “College
Examinations.” At home she w…

When you can hear your heart, you are the mirror, when you can’t, you are the reflection. Yet, don’t forget: sometimes the mirrors can break! When this happens, you shall see that the ego itself is an illusion, an illusion within an illusion. And when you reach this level of wisdom, you can become anyone you like.” Seraphios (c. 605 – c. 513 BC) - Dialogues at the Edge of Time